Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 68

Emily was carried home in Franklin's arms and leaned weakly against Franklin with her face pale. The servants were startled and they thought something bad had happened to her.

"Make some soup and put some sedatives in," Franklin ordered.

The servants nodded quickly and immediately went to prepare the soup.

"Just lie down and take some rest." Franklin held Emily on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and covered her with the quilt.

"Franklin," Emily called him in a low voice and reached out to hold his hand as if she didn't want him to leave.

Seeing how dependent she was on him, Franklin could not help but smile gently and touch her head lovingly.

At this time, the servant knocked on the door and with the soup. Franklin held the bowl for Emily and fed her.

Emily shook her head and said weakly, "I don't really want to have soup. I don't have an appetite.

"It's just soup for your good rest, just regard it like water and drink it up." Franklin gently coaxed.

The servant waited aside and was shocked to see Franklin being like this. The servants here had been serving Franklin for more than twenty years. When had they ever seen him being so gentle? The maid couldn't help but look up upon Emily, thinking that this lady was really resourceful.

"Can you accompany me today?" Emily asked pitifully.

Franklin nodded and said gently, "Of course, I'm free this afternoon. I'll be with you."

With red-rimmed eyes, she opened her mouth and drank the soup in his spoon.

She was not weak, and she wasn't desperate when she met her own problems. When bullied by the Anthony family, she didn't feel very sad. But today, she killed a child for no reason, she couldn't help but feel very scared and guilty of fear, so that she did not dare to be alone.

As soon as she closed her eyes, all the scenes unfolded in her mind were the blood coming from Iris's body, which eventually converged into a look of a baby.

After drinking the soup, Franklin handed the empty bowl to the servant and asked her to go down. Then he called Jason and asked him to leave the businesses to someone else to deal with. If Jason couldn't handle it, he would handle it when he had time.

After the phone call, he went to take a shower and change his clothes, then held her in his arms.

Emily hugged him tightly, tears still falling.

"I really didn't mean it, really." Emily choked again.

She didn't know how many times she had said this. If it were anyone else, Franklin would have been impatient to listen and scolded the other to be naggy.

But it was Emily, so he was extremely patient.

Patting her on the shoulder again, he comforted her, "I know it's not your fault. It's none of your business. Have a good rest and you will forget it when you wake up."

Emily's tears welled up. She didn't know if she would forget after sleep. But now she closed her eyes obediently, perhaps because she was tired from crying, or because of the soup, so she fell asleep very quickly.

Franklin gently put her down, looked at her red and swollen eyes and the pale little face, and couldn't help but sigh.

A gentle kiss was dropped on her eyes, cheeks, and finally on her delicate lips.

Emily slept so soundly that she didn't even notice or was about to wake up.

Franklin made sure she was asleep before he lifted the quilt and quietly got out of bed. As soon as he got down, he took out his cell phone and called Jason to let him go to his study.

"Find out what Iris is up to and who she's dealing with," Franklin ordered Jason coldly.